adam caine

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Live action legacy of Lois and Clark.

  • Kirk Alyn and Noel Neill
  • George Reeves and Phyllis Coates 
  • Christopher Reeve and Margot Kidder
  • Dean Cain and Teri Hatcher 
  • Tom Welling and Erica Durance
  • Brandon Routh and Kate Bosworth
  • Henry Cavill and Amy Adams
  • Chas: You know you want to!
  • Robert: Do you lot even wash this?
  • Cain: Course we do. Get it down you, come on.
  • Aaron: You know we're keeping our own surnames, don't you?
  • Sam: Oh, it don't matter. He's one of us now.
  • Robert: Why's that sound like a threat?
  • Adam: Just get it drank will you, come on.
  • All: Go on! Yeah!
  • (Robert's starting to drink)
  • Paddy: He does love you. I think anyone can see that.
  • Aaron: Thanks for coming, Paddy. I don't know I would have got here without you, you know. I'll never forget what you did for me. (they hug) I'd better go and rescue my husband.
  • Cain: Right, fill it up, Sammy.
  • Aaron: Oh, come on, one's enough. I like him conscious.
  • (Music changes to Adele "Make you feel my love")
  • Chas: (gasps) How did that happen?
  • Charity: I dunno, I think your hand slipped.
  • Chas: Oh, it slipped, yeah, slipped. Right off.
  • (Robert pulls Aaron closer)
  • Aaron: I think you've had too much out of that welly.
  • Belle: Come on, we've not seen your vows, have we?
  • Robert: We did make a pact to embarrass you.
  • Aaron: I'm not embarrassed. I'm also not dancing.
  • Robert: Oh, yeah? What's this, then?
  • Aaron: Technically, this is standing.
  • (KISS)
  • All: Ohhhhh!
  • Chas: Aww, there's my baby.
  • Faith: Landed on his feet, our Aaron. Wouldn't kick blondie out of bed for leaving crumbs.

AU in which the Dingles are a family of florists instead of mechanics and Robert ends up in their shop one day. He needs an arrangement that can convey the idea of “I’m sorry I cheated on you and destroyed our marriage, but if your dad fires me I’m suing for wrongful termination.” It’s a very involved message, but Aaron is skilled.

Except Robert keeps coming back, at least once a week, always needing something weird and expensive and Aaron is like, impressed by just how much Robert manages to fuck up on a daily basis. It’s inspirational.

In the meantime, only the first two arrangements were real and now everyone in Robert’s life has received bouquets. Vic has received three. Diane is using them to decorate the B&B. In one unforgettable occasion Adam has received one because Robert is bad at panic decisions.

point of origin
robert/aaron, vic, liv, adam, other villagers (pete, cain, chas, bob and jimmy)

GENRE:    angst, fire, 
WORDS:    2,022
SUMMARY:  Robert hates fire.

written for @bartsugsy who should have been given this weeks ago but OH WELL. it’s here now, lo ;)

Fire.

Robert hates fire.

Breathe.

It’s easier to think than to do, the air thick with smoke, and nowhere to go. He’s not even supposed to be here, he thinks hysterically, only spending the night because he was fighting with Aaron.

Aaron.

The window in the spare room isn’t the biggest, but it’s enough that when he throws it open, gulping in lungfuls of air, he can breathe.

“Robert!”

Robert looks back over his shoulder, ignoring the shout, watching smoke curl through the edges of the door. He should have shoved something in there, maybe if he does it now it won’t matter and he can still get out, but what if it doesn’t help?

“Robert!”

Leaning out of the window, Robert sees Vic standing on the grass, clad only in her pyjamas and shoes, staring up at him with wide, round eyes. She looks terrified, like Robert feels, and he wants to reassure her.

His fingers are clutching the windowsill, nails digging hard into the wood. He swallows, chest tight with panic.

“Vic,” he says, voice barely above a whisper. She’s not going to hear it, but she doesn’t look away, keeps her eyes trained on him.

There’s the sound of footsteps on gravel, someone screaming, “I called the fire brigade,” and Robert sees Adam skid down the pathway, grabbing Vic around the shoulders.

“Babe,” he says, breathless.

Robert looks back, scrambles for the bed and something to stuff in the door. The smoke is thick and makes his throat ache, his eyes sting. Everything is screaming at him to run but there’s nowhere for him to go and he can’t jump out of the window, he can’t.

“ROBERT!”

That voice he knows, that voice he needs.

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